Sense log
I’ve been keeping a log of things I’ve seen, heard, smelt, etc. here in Guatemala that I would never have sensed in Seattle.
When a teacher asked a classroom of people, how many people here have chickens in their houseAnd most of the class raises their hand to say yes.
A woman carrying a small end table, balanced in a basket, on her head, using no hands to steady the load.
The sound of cannons and firecrackers going off every day, all night and day.
Rain, like clockwork, that comes at 3 in the afternoon and ends at 4 or 5.
A woman carrying a glass pitcher full of water on her head in a fancy restaurant. Look ma, no hands!
A completely decapitated dog, spinal cord popping out, on the side of the road. I could keep a whole different page on the dead, starving, abused, and diseased animals that I see, but I don´t want to go there. This one was one of the worst though.
The odor of raw meat inside a library, because on the first floor of the building is a butcher shop.
The odor of wood smoke on the guy taking your fare on the bus (the ayudante) from his cooking fire at home.
Chickens on the bus!
Flowers, flowers, flowers everywhere!
Not a nose piercing in sight (I might have to revise that after going to Jamtigua).
Ceviche stand in front of town hall.
A separate store/stall for everything. For example, in front of town hall in Parramos, you can buy ceviche at one stand, a tostada at another, a licuado at another, etc. Same with computer equipment, etc.
